Revenge For The Restaurant Kissing

Fear Of Failure

Fear of failure

Laila had been lying down and sweating under the duvet despite the cold weather inside which was about 20°C

David slowly rolled down the piece of duvet covering her face and told her "I have told my uncle we are coming tomorrow."

He turned her face upright as her eyes were still closed.

"You seemed to have a headache?"

He looked longish at the placid beautiful long face and chewed his lips, about to cry as the past flooded into his head.

The most beautiful girl he loved!

If he not that time had seen her in the restaurant with a man kissing, he would have not felt this dagger now piercing his heart. He sniffed.

He imagined how many times they had kissed with her eyes closed in absolute surrender as he saw her, how many times the man had run his palms up and down her curves till her knees wobbled. How many times she had been carried to his bed as her knees wobbled?

Who removes her underwear? She or him?

Right there where she was lying, he visualized how this beautiful wife had given her most cherished body to another man! What did they do behind, behind... before coming to that restaurant?

He punched his fist and drops of tears from his eyes dropped down on her lips, her new lips and she shuddered.

"Dear," Laila, startled, enclosed him into the chain of her arms and he fell face down beside her.

"Oh! Dear" Agitating, she turned and held him tightly, both of them, weeping profusely and she pleaded "Am sorry, making you cry, cuz I have a headache."

David, to sympathize, turned and gripped him."Sorry," he gasped out.

She nodded to his words and he asked her why she had a headache. He felt her forehead.

"...afraid, uncle may find out." She sniffed.

"He will not," he assured, getting up, his phallus was long and hard in one side of his pair of trousers.

She grabbed his hand firmly to pull him back, he wrenched it off with extreme bitterness.

Since she came back, he had not done anything with her. From what he saw in that restaurant, she deserves to die! He quaked and clenched his teeth and his jaw muscles rose out like a man fighting a leopard.

The best solution is just death! Death! Death! Kill us together!

He lit a cigarette.

Romeo has returned: Laila panicked, and coiled back into the duvet, afraid of what she saw.

Inside the duvet: Pat. Pat...Pat coming to this Nebraska!" she shivered." Laila! You are Laila! " she told herself and firmed up her mind with her earlier resolve to find this Atlas Corp and keep away from, in, and around it.

About to go see David's uncle, he was now in Nebraska. From Nebraska, he shuttles to Territory A in Denver to his office at AB Corp when he needs to.

Laiila had a hat pulled down her brow to shield her face from Mr Roberts.

She turned to David to approve, if it would serve the purpose. The lips were fuller that they must pull eyes to her. The nose lifted a bit, making her look like a girl who doesn't care a hoot, which is a bad impression for a girl visiting her would-be husband's relations.

She was jittery." Oh, dear. Would he look at me critically?"

"His wife will be there."

"Oh! How old?"

"Why? Oh!" David remembered. "Over 45."

Men don't look like morons in the company of their young wives.

" Come, let's go " David dragged her out of the vanity table, still holding her wrist till he guided her into the car.

"If things go contrary, dear. What will you do?" she asked in the rear with David.

"Since yesterday fear has made you sick and you are still fearing."

"But, to you, sure no qualms?"

" Yes! Yes!" David was getting irritated.

She took his arm and placed it at her bosom and felt relaxed, as she doubled her palms tight, on the back of his.

She has a good reason to be afraid. But the revelation of her identity may come from the unexpected quarter